Gravel crunches under boots
Twilight paints the harbor roots
Fluorescent hum dies at six AM
Grease trap sighs a thick condemn
Spatula rests on cooling steel
Another shift begins to heal
Cold iron sleeps in driveway gravel
Dreams of waves it used to travel
Red paint peels like sunburned skin
Harbor pulse beats deep within
Trucker Dave pays his tab in change
Nurse Betty smiles, looks kinda strange
Coffee pot is bone dry now
Morning light creases vinyl brow
Cold iron sleeps in driveway gravel
Dreams of waves it used to travel
Red paint peels like sunburned skin
Harbor pulse beats deep within
Walk past the boat on my way home
Hull
